The keys
Of a piano
Began playing
Slowly and pacing
Themselves faster
And faster
Until the melody
Gained
A rightful climax
Thus began the story
Of the pieces included
Infatuated with the idea
That this could only
Last forever
Nimble digits slid
Down the ivory of
The keys
Beginning another new
Chapter of this journey
The humans thought
This had to be the greatest
Of all time
This would never end
And they lied
To themselves
As the last flame slithered
Flickered weakly
And sunk out of sight
Into ash and smoke
There were tears of
Joy and tears
Of sadness
And they promised to
Never leave the world behind
But
The humans found
Another place
A place to cope
With the lost home
That left a depression
In their faces and heart
And the invisible force
Lifted them off
Their feet
Brought them back down harshly
And crushed their skulls
Then the keys halted
And vibrated abruptly
And only then did
They realized they
Had already left that first
Place for good
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Ideals In A Small World
PoetryA collection of poetry, short stories, and any ideas that must be shared within the closeted shelter of a second home.
